your face expressions are priceless

Another Year

“Didn’t expect you to wake up this early.”

Harry sheepishly mumbled the moment yet you still heard him, not knowing what time it was yet he knows it’s too early for you to wake up, an unexplainable expression on his face.

He just got back home from literally buying the ingredients in his last-minute recipe he thought of hours before that bothered him in his sleep.

It’s your birthday, and Harry finds no point to not make it feel less than what he knows you deserve.

“The box?”

You reminded, your lips pursing as a brush arised in your cheeks, your eyes briefly looking over to the average-sized box that’s wrapped with a bow that’s now neatly removed from it, him being the one to be quickly flustered.

He put it there just in case you woke up while he wasn’t there just so you wouldn’t be disappointed being pressed about it, a sheepish smirk on his face as the expression on your face that mirrored his didn’t help any more.

Your journal — you put it there.”

Harry set his figure down next to you on the bed, his hand scratching the back of his head as he looked over you in an expression only you would get that’s a mix of both happiness and embarrassment.

“Yeah, my journal.”

You let out a laugh, draping your arms around his body that made him shove his face into his hands, knowing that he’s nervous whenever he rephrased what you said to avoid anymore confrontation.

Love, come on. Look at me.”

Harry poutingly obliged, unable to look at you straight in the eyes as he’s in the verge of laughing too, his eyes firm on your thigh.

“You filled up a journal, for me?”

He shrugged, a look of disbelief in his face as he’s confused of why you would think he wouldn’t, grasping the priceless expression on your face as it’s forever embedded in him.

“This — this is what you brought along all the time?”

The playfulness in your voice was gone, your tone being so much in the side of awe that it’s cracking, holding the thick and hardbound crimson journal with your hands, filled to the brim with some notes and memorabilia stuck in between them.

Harry’s looking at you as he saw the tears welling up in your eyes, a little chuckle being let out of him as he cooed, his heart being undeniably warmed up and full.

“You deserve it.”

Your hand was brought along to cover your mouth, a cry being let out as Harry was quick to engulf you within his arms, the sound of his laughter being muffled as he pressed his lips upon your head and let yours be nuzzed into his neck, your hands skimming through the pages carefully.


He’s happy, rocking you back and forth into his arms as he’s contented that he went through his plan of putting his journal of you in there even if he was hesistant at first.

It’s filled with entries of you and everything that related as what he started the moment he saw you, each one having a date at the top and each one too having something that reminded him of you.

Harry didn’t realize he was crying until you looked up at him with a grin, your grip being tighter on him as he found no reason in complaining from it.

“Happy birthday, love.”

He said, humming against your hair as he breathed heavily from enthusiasm, his hand rubbing circles on your back.

Harry looked down, a smile forming as he’s already contented with what he has, looking forward to these moments as it’s something for him to stand by.

“S'another year for m'girl who’s going to become my wife, right?”


moon & sun | pkjm

Pairing: Jimin + Reader
Word Count: 4029
Genre: angst 
Prompt: Person A had a bad breakup and in order to make their ex jealous, they ask Person B to be their fake girl/boyfriend. Little do they know, Person B has been in love with Person A for years.

[a/n]: this is my entry to @nightbts writing contest !! im not that competitive but i thought this was something fun to do and i love her writing so why not amirite

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

“Can you help me with something?” Jimin peered up at your shaking, cautious figure. He’d do anything for you, you just had to ask. He invited you in, concerned as to how fragile you seemed. The inevitable tears slipped from the crevices of your eyes and hit the concrete floor below.

You declined, hoping to make your visit as short as possible. Jimin cleared his throat and shifted uneasily on his leg. “Okay.”

Bewildered at his sudden promise, you shot up to stare at him frantic. “I-I didn’t even say what it was.” 

“You don’t need to, (Y/N). I’ll do it. Whatever you need, I’ll be there for you.” Jimin sighed heavily, however, you still couldn’t believe you were asking this of him.

“You might want to hear what it is first before agreeing, Jimin. I don’t want you to regret your decision.” You gulped, swallowing the knot in your throat. He shook his head, but your eyes remained glued to the floor behind him, quite ashamed of yourself for burdening him with your favor.

“Okay. But trust me, my choice will remain the same. I will do it, regardless.” He nonchalantly leaned against his door frame, carelessly listening. That was his first mistake.

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One time I say to him, ‘If there’s a God? Is he a man?’ and the question catches him by surprise a bit. But after a while he says that, yes, he thinks in the end God is probably a man. So I say to him, 'What does he look like? Does He have a beard? Does He wear robes? Does He have long while hair?’ He says to me that the thing about God is that whatever I think He looks like, well, He will look the absolute opposite to that. And whatever I think He is least likely to look like, then that is what He will look like. So I ask him if he means God looks a bit like Gary Glitter and he tells me not to be so bloody silly. So I say to him, 'If you can’t tell me what He looks like, if you don’t know what He looks like and He doesn’t look like anything, then how do you know He is anything more than just an idea? Just something you made up?


“Tony we’re tearing them apart. Whether we’re together or not Y/n and Peter shouldn’t have to-” Steve shouted in frustration signaling over to your brother and you. Tony cut him off sharply, knocking over a clay flower pot you had made in ceramics class. Earthenware lined the wooden flooring and you mentally noted yourself to be cautious when walking barefoot in that area, if you ever did again. 

Tony’s hands locked on his hips pushing back the outer ends of his suit. He shook his head and spat out another harsh throwback,

“Woah, let me backtrack for just a second. ‘We’re tearing them apart’… Steve are you even listening to yourself? You’re the one that’s ruining this family. You already broke apart the Avengers and I’m not gonna let you do that to my kids. I’m trying to keep this family together- just… just sign the damn Accords. We’ll find a way to share custody of the kids-”

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anonymous asked:

A fluffy scenario of Bakugo taking care of his s/o who is feeling sick from a cold or fever? Please and thank you!

I think I went a bit overboard with this but #no regrets!! I hope you like this, anon!

Bakugo Taking Care of His Sick S/O Scenario

Originally posted by fymyheroacademia

A loud hack escapes from your dry throat, it doesn’t sound attractive at all; but you never cared, you just want to sleep and get better the very next day but unfortunately it just keeps on getting worse and worse. “This is such a pain,” you whine. Your eyes dart towards the medicine you hated oh so much, your stare has now turn into a strong glare.

“[Name], honey. Katsuki’s here, and he wants to see you.” You hear your mother’s voice booming from the kitchen, you try to respond with a proper sentence but instead, it turns out to be a dry cough instead. “Please take care of my daughter while I’m out for buying her more medicine, okay?” Your mother notes, you hear Katsuki reply with an oddly soft “yes”.

You didn’t dare move from the bed. You placed the thermometer down on your armpit once more, seeing your fever has now gotten quite worse. “Oh hey, Katsu.” You greet, meeting eyes with Bakugou’s as he opens the door; revealing himself with his school uniform. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

“What do you think?” You weakly reply, softly chuckling. “I’m feeling awfully great today.”

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Miss Me?

Originally posted by staliagarbage

Pairing: Allison Argent x Reader

Requested: @teenwolflover221

Summary: The nogitsune was gone… or so everyone thought.

GIF Not Mine.

Everyone thought that after Stiles that it would be the end. That the nogitsune was gone. Oh, how they were wrong. No one thought to look at you. Keep and eye one you. You too suffered the same way Stiles. You too had an opening that anyone could crawl into and take over and that’s exactly what happened. 

It was a couple of months after the nogitsune was defeated. A couple of months without any supernatural issues. It was a perfect time to do it. No one will be expecting it. They were all vulnerable, thinking that they were in the clear. That’s what you did. It would be your downfall. It started off as nightmares, ones that you couldn’t tell if they were real or not. Allison was staying over yours that night. You were thrashing around so much from the nightmare that you pushed her out of bed. “Y/N?” She asked rubbing her eyes to try and rid the sleep from them. When she realised that you were having a nightmare and weren’t waking up she stood up and tried shaking you awake but you were still trapped. She tried again with more force this time. “Y/N!” That time it worked. You shot up into a sitting position, sweat dripping down your face. Allison was quick to jump back into bed and sit beside you giving you a hug. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay. Do you wanna talk about it?" 

"It was just a nightmare, Ali. It’s nothing.” But it wasn’t nothing. Deep down you knew that something was off. That the nogitsune is now using you. The truth was that it wasn’t the first nightmare you have had, tonight it just confirmed your suspicion that it was back. You couldn’t tell the others though. They had just gotten over the fact that we almost lost Allison and that Stiles was taken over by an ancient evil spirit besides they wouldn’t believe you, they would just think you’re being paranoid from some bad dreams as this isn’t the first time you have had them. Allison just nodded and brushed it off, trusting you. She got back into a lying position beside you and cuddled up to you trying to get back to sleep. You also made the move to go back to sleep but you actually weren’t going to knowing that if you did it would take over you. 

That’s how it went for the next few days. You would stay up all night not wanting to be thrusted back into the paralysing nightmares that you couldn’t get out of. Not wanting the nogitsune to take over your body. Unfortunately for you people have been beginning to notice. To outsiders you were staring inside your locker absentmindedly at nothing but to you, you were seeing jumbled up writing in your books and notebooks, the only words that made sense were those telling you to go to sleep. Across the courtyard, still with a view of you at your locker, Scott, Allison, Stiles, and Lydia stood looking at you concerned. “Is Y/N okay?” Scott asked Allison. 

“Yeah, they look like they haven’t slept in days.” Lydia added. 

“I know for definite they slept a few days ago when I was around.” Allison told them. “You don’t think it’s-”

“No.” Stiles interrupted her before she could finish her sentence. “We killed it remember. That was months ago." 

"Then what’s up with Y/N?” She asked. 

“Look, Stiles is right Allison. The nogitsune is gone. It can’t be what’s wrong with them.” Scott said agreeing with Stiles. 

“They’ve got the same exact symptoms as Stiles. And before you say that it’s impossible, you weren’t there the other night but I was. I saw how much pain Y/N was in from the nightmare. They were trapped. And now? Now they’re not sleeping.” Everyone looked back over to you to see that you were still standing at your locker. Lydia decided to take it upon herself to do something so she went over to where you were. 

“Hey, Y/N.” She greeted causing you to jump. You looked over to her like you’ve seen a ghost.

“Hey.” You replied as you grabbed a book from the locker. 

“Is everything okay?” Lydia asked just as the rest of them came over. 

“Yeah, of course. I was just getting my books for next class.” You told her gesturing to the history book in your hand. When Lydia saw the book she looked slightly over to the others with concern. 

“Y/N… we don’t have history today. It’s chemistry." 

"Right. Yeah, no I knew that.” You scoffed trying to brush off the fact you picked up the wrong book because you couldn’t tell which is which. You put the book back and hovered over the others to pick your chemistry one. Lydia saw the issue you were having and picked it out for you. You smiled gratefully at her and thanked her. 

“So we’re having a pack sleepover tonight. You’re coming, right?” She asked. Before you could say no Allison grabbed your hand and answered for you, knowing what Lydia was planning. 

“Of course we are. Wouldn’t miss it for the world." 


Later that night everyone was asleep but you. The voices were not stopping any time soon. They just kept telling you over and over again to go to sleep as once you did the nogitsune would win and take over you. Oh how you wanted to sleep but you couldn’t. 

Allison was woken by a crash in the kitchen. She reached over to the side of her where you would normally be but was met with a cold empty space. No one seemed to have heard it so she went downstairs and saw you. You were in the kitchen holding a knife in your hand. Even though it was dark Allison could see the tears strolling down your face via the moonlight. "Y/N, put the knife down.” She said calmly. 

“I can’t. It won’t stop. I just want to sleep. I want to sleep so bad but if I do it’ll win.” You cried as your hands were shaking. 

“Who’ll win?” Allison asked, taking small steps towards you. She could see how much pain you were in and in the first time in what seems forever she felt helpless. She’d do anything to take your pain away. 

“The nogitsune.” You breathed. 

In that moment everything froze. That’s a name Allison hasn’t heard in months. That’s a name Allison wanted to deeply forget. That’s the name behind the reason that she almost died. She gulped before managing to say something. “It’ll be okay, Y/N. We’ll figure this out. We always do." 

"I can’t hold on any longer. I’m not strong enough." 

"Yes you are. Yes you are, Y/N.” Allison was now crying too. “You are one of the strongest people I know. Y/N.” Everything went silent, there were no longer any sniffles or sobs coming from you. You didn’t say anything. “Y/N?” She said barely audible. A bad feeling came over her. She went to grab your shoulder to turn you around but you did before she could. What she was met with scared her. It won. A cackle left your mouth which was now holding a sinister smile. 

“Sorry, Y/N can’t come to phone right now, why? Cause they’re dead.” You laughed again. “God, I love Taylor Swift. Don’t you think that line is so fitting for the situation we’re in?" 

"You?” Allison quavered. 


"Y/N! Listen to me I know you’re in there. You are stronger than this. Don’t let it win.” Allison shouted as if somehow you would be able to hear her.

“That’s cute that you think that. I’ve got news for you though, Y/N isn’t strong. In fact they’re pathetic. God it was so easy to possess them. They have zero will power. Even Stiles put up a fight. I honestly should have gone with Y/N first. It would have saved me so much time.” You said as you admired the new host you’ve got. Looking up you pouted at Allison as you heard her sniffle. “Don’t cry Ali. At least now you won’t be around long enough to see the one you love destroy everything and everyone you love leaving a trail of chaos because I’ll kill you first. Only seems fair seeing as you survived me last time.” Lydia, Stiles, and Scott have now joined Allison downstairs after hearing her shouting. When they saw you they knew immediately what had happened. It was exactly what happened with Stiles. “Great. Now the whole gang is here. Minus Kira.” You clapped your hands. 

“Y/N?” Scott asked hesitantly. He knew it wasn’t you but he wanted conformation.

“Wrong. Good ol’ Ali here has already figured out that it’s not.” You looked over at Stiles and gave him a little wave. He tightened his grip on Lydia’s hand that he was holding. “Good to see you again Stiles. Long time no see." 

"I’d say the same thing but then I’d be lying.” He retorted causing you to laugh. 

“I see you still have your humour, huh? I like it.” You looked around the group taking in their expressions and smirking. “The look on your faces are priceless. Wasn’t it you Scott who didn’t believe Allison, along with Stiles of course. Maybe if you did and took notice at what was happening to your friend maybe none of this would be happening and you could have saved them. How do you feel knowing that you could have stopped this? I can see it in your eyes you’re trying to figure out how to defeat me but I’ve got news for you, Scotty I’m a thousand years old, I cannot be defeated." 

Scott looked at you flashing his red eyes. "We did it before. We can do it again.” He ran up to you with his claws out ready to attack you but you grabbed him and threw him across the room with ease. You then turned to Allison, grabbed her throat and threw her also across the room. Stiles and Lydia were trying to make a run for it but you got to them before they could. You grabbed the lamp on the side hitting Stiles over the head with it. Your attention was then on Lydia who had fear in her eyes causing you to smile that sinister smile of yours. You threw her against the wall knocking her out before falling to the floor. Looking around the room you admired your handy work. 

“It is so good to be back.” You said before reaching the front door and walking off into the cool Beacon Hills night.

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A/N: I had fun writing this. I have no idea how accurate it is but I hope you enjoy it either way :)


I Never Thought About Falling In Love With My Best Friend!

Request: The reader is a witch and Raphael is her best friend. She always saw his as a friend, but when some mundane girls flirt with him she gets jealous and scares them away.                                                                                                                                                                                       Warning:I don’t know,maybe a little bit of swearing.                                                                                                                                                                 Note:I hope you’re going to like it!                                                                                                                                                                                                I was walking around the hotel with Simon helping him,carrying some boxes.I saw Raphael coming in our way and stopping ‘Y/N I need to talk with you.’         ‘Don’t give me that tone Santiago,it made me think that I did something wrong.’He slightly smiled..’But you didn’t,actually I need your help.’                     ‘Okay then,let me leave this first because these boxes are heavy.And maybe I’m a witch but I’m still alive.’                                                                                 ‘Okay,okay!’ He moved aside so I can walk next to him.I left the boxes in a room with other artifacts leaving Simon to deal with that,I walked to were Raphael was..’So you’re were saying?!’                                                               ;Yes,I need your help with something tonight.’                                                     ‘With what?’                                                                                                           ‘I have to check up something.’                                                                             ‘Check up what?’                                                                                                   ‘Don’t ask Y/N,just trust me.’                                                                                 ‘Ugh fine,but I’m doing that just because you’re my friend and I love you.’           ‘Thank you!’ He smiled widely at me ‘Yeah,yeah!’                                                 Night came and we were walking around the city.’Where exactly you need to check up,whatever you’re checking?’ He looked at me smiling,he looked so beautiful.Oh God what was that about?! ‘It should be here?!’                               ‘You aren’t sure or am I wrong?” Just as he was about to answer some girls walked to us ‘Hello handsome.’ Oh she wasn’t talking to me..Well obviously..’Excuse me but are you talking with us?’One of the girls looked me up and down ‘No,actually I was talking to him.’She lifted her hand showing toward Raphael and I saw his famous smirk appear on his face.And that’s when I moved aside letting them talk about whatever.I couldn’t ignore this feeling inside of me it was like something was choking me and there was this strange feeling in my stomach too like I was…Oh no!..It can’t be?!…Why should I be jealous,I mean he’s my bestfriend not my boyfriend..I shook off and just continued watching them,My arms crossed on my chest and my left leg a little bit in front.When I saw a girl leaning in trying to kiss him,that’s when I lost my patience..’Hey girls!’ They all turned toward me just like Raphael,he knew what’s going to happen,I snapped my fingers and my face turned in half snake Being a witch has a lot of possibilities,and changing my look was one of them.Raphael came to me smiling,he’s not angry that’s good..’What was that for?’                                                                                                                ‘They we’re getting on my nerves.’ He looked at me smirk playing on his lips..Seriously Santiago that’s how you’re going to play.                                       ‘Don’t lie to me,except from that I’m your bestfriend you’re forgetting that I can hear your heartbeat.’  ….Well Shit….  ‘Okay,I just figure  out something.’ He looked at me serious now that smirk gone from his face..’What is it?’ I hestitated for a moment…’You know what,it doesn’t matter lets go.’I turned around and started walking away from him,but that didn’t stop him.I felt his hand on my wrist and he turned me around so I can look at him..’Explain.’ I have to tell him..’I realized that I love you,as soon that girls came to you I couldn’t take it anymore,and believe me I never thought about falling in love with my bestfriend but it’s just happened okay.’ He put his hands on my cheeks smiling… ‘It’s not funny Santiago..’ He stopped smiling..’Good Because that bestfriend is in love with you too for a long time,and those girls were just a test for you so I can find out how you really feel about me.’                                       ‘Wait,you set me up?!’                                                                                           ‘Yeah and your face expression was priceless.’                                                   ‘Seriously Santiago,remind me to kill you later and bring you back to life again.’ He kissed me slowly and God it was perfect he pulled away ‘Or don’t,I like it like this better.’ He smiled and kissed me again.Sometimes having your bestfriend as a love of your life was truly a blessing.           .

Cookies & Cream - a Kristanna Harvest Fest Fic

I come bearing a fluffy coffeeshop AU! Hopefully this will compensate for the pain I caused yesterday (and I really am very, sincerely sorry to anyone who found that fic upsetting, if you usually read my stuff and needed to skip it I totally understand <3). I promise that this is pure fluff! 

This is another story that started life as an anonymous inbox fic but was never finished, and it’s dedicated to @snowfjord​! I kept meaning to come back to it, but it never happened, and I meant to try to finish it as a regular fic for you birthday, and THAT never happened, but here it is now and happy belated birthday! I hope it’s worth the wait <3

The incredible @sargar3000​ contributed the beautiful artwork, because she is amazing <3 <3 <3 Please heap praise upon her!

  • Cookies & Cream
  • Rated G
  • Words: 5031
  • Prompt: Rain
  • Art by @sargar3000

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He Stood Me Up! 

Sorry, this is a short one but hopefully, you enjoy! Read part one if you haven’t already. 

You decided to take Red Robin’s advice and asked Tim to accompany you for lunch, so you could confess your feelings. Unfortunately, he didn’t show, leaving you alone and rather embarrassed. Why would he do something like that? Did he do it on purpose to avoid you? Did he forget? Either way, you feel pretty upset about it. He didn’t even text you or anything with an explanation, maybe then you’d understand.

As you requested, Red Robin comes over after finishing his parole. It is pretty late, like three in the morning kind of late but he’s here. You are still wide awake which is very out of character. Usually, once you’re done helping your friend, you call it a night and go straight to bed but not tonight.

“You’re right four sugars does keep you going.” You half smile at him before taking another sip of coffee.

“What’s wrong, y/n? I came as soon as I got your message.” He sits down beside you and it is nice to see he is concerned.

“He stood me up.” You shrug your shoulders, pretending it’s not that big of a deal. “I mean what was I thinking, huh?” A laugh escapes your mouth, you’re not very convincing.

“I’m sure he had a good reason. Why don’t you try again?” He urges you on.

“Then he should have told me. If he really didn’t want to meet up with me he should have just said. It would have hurt less than this.” You tell yourself not to cry, not in front of him.

“Y/n I’m so sorry–” He stutters on his words as if it’s his fault.

“Don’t be it isn’t your fault.” You assure him, putting a hand on his thigh. His whole body tightens up from your touch. Does he like you in that way? You always found the mask and gear attractive. The not knowing who is under the mask makes it all the more exciting.

“Do you like me?” You ask as you straddle him on your sofa. Looking right into the white eyes of his mask.

“Uh y-yeah. I find you v-very attractive.” He starts to get all flustered from the whole thing.

“Then why don’t you and I have a little fun?” You bite your lip suggestively.

“Oh God.” He licks his bottom lip in anticipation. You pull your top off and over your head, setting it to the side before pressing your lips against his. It doesn’t take long for his hands to wander around your body, making their way to unhook your bra. The expression on his face when he sees you topless is priceless.

“Now let me see what’s hiding under there.” You reach for his mask but he is quick to grab you by the wrists. “What’s wrong?“

"There’s something you should know. I didn’t mean to miss our date the other day, I got caught up. I should have called you to rearrange I’m sorry.” He confesses, revealing that he is in fact, Tim Drake.

“You’ve kept this from me the whole time?” You are shocked by this discovery, covering your breasts as you awkwardly stare at each other.

“I wanted to tell you but I didn’t know how. If you never want to see me again I’ll understand.” Tim’s blue eyes make you feel like you can’t possibly hate him.

“You’re Red Robin… That makes you like ten times hotter than you already are.” You wink at him, much to his surprise.

“So are we still doing this?” He nervously asks.

“Might as well finish what we started.” You grab his hands and place them on your chest. For the second time his face lights up the entire room, you wish you had a camera.

All’s Fair (pt 3)

Originally posted by yeshelloyehet

Member: Exo Baekhyun

Type: Fluff/Slight Smut/Future Smut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10

You gasped as his fingers creeped under your shirt, swirling little patterns into your skin. You dropped the toast that was in your hand, letting it fall onto the floor as he chewed silently. He swallowed as he looked up at you, his fingers digging into his hips as he asked, “Do you like me or something?” 

“What?” you scoffed, turning your head to look away from him, hoping that your expression wasn’t revealing your embarassment. The question startled you, and you weren’t exactly sure how to respond.

Since your little game began, you’d considered it all…well a game. It hadn’t been very long at all since it had stared, and you thought back to the little things you’d done to him over the past two days before looking down at yourself, straddling his lap as he held tightly onto your hips. 

What the hell was going on? 

“I…we’re just messing around right? I mean, this is a game…” you stuttered, and your felt Baekhyun’s grip loosen, his eyes lowering as he blinked a few times.

“A game?” he questioned, raising his eyebrows again. “You realize that you’re sitting on my lap wearing no pants. You…you were grinding on me.”

“I’m aware.”

He stared up at you, an incredulous look on his face before he broke into his signature boyish grin, his hands falling off your hips and moving to cross over his chest as he looked up at you. 

“So are we going to keep playing?” he asked, and you could feel the challenge in his voice as he continued, “Because if we do I guarantee you’ll just end up wanting me.” 

You scoffed again, flicking his forehead. His expression changed into an adorable pout as you responded, “I don’t like you okay? I just like winning.” You shifted, getting off Baekhun’s lap and pulling down your shirt slightly, feeling a bit more self-conscious about your visible underwear. He only snorted, leaning back in his chair.

“So wanna keep playing?” 

You watched his mischevious eyes, not sure if this was just some trap or if he actually wanted to keep this long-term nervous game going. You wrinkled your nose, turning on your heel and walking back into the kitchen to clean up the pans you’d used to make breakfast, not willing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. 

“Yah, at least pick up your toast!” he bickered, but you ignored him, moving your pan to the sink to begin scrubbing. You heard his chair move behind you as he stood up, but you kept your eyes down. 

Suddenly two arms moved around yours, one carrying the plate to set next to the sink and the other moving to touch your arm, running down it to reach yoru soapy hands. You jumped slightly, and his other hand moved to join his first hand which was still holding yours. You’d stopped scrubbing; you bit your lip as you felt his warm body behind you and watched the muscles in his arm ripple as his fingers intertwined with yours. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice breathy as his chest pressed up against your back. You shivered as his thumbs rubbed the backs of your hands, and you felt his breath against your ear before he whispered. 

“If you don’t want to play anymore does that mean I win?”

Your breath caught in your thoat as he left you, the warmth of his body suddenly disappearing as he left the kitchen, still laughing at your surprised expression. 

You huffed, turning off the tap and going back to your room, glad that Baekhyun’s door across from yours was closed. You flopped onto your bed, groaning as your mind replayed Baekhyun’s laughter over and over again.

You didn’t really like him did you? I mean you’d only lived together for a few months, and although your relationship was much closer than before, you weren’t sure if these feelings were romantic or not. 

In the past six months, even you had to have noticed Baekhyun’s lingering touches. His hand that stayed on your shoulder for just a moment too long, his arms that brushed up against yours when he walked through the kitchen even though there was enough room for the both of you…what was that? Your mind suddenly remembered the one intimate moment you’d ever had with your roommate before the war began, and you closed your eyes, picturing the time around a month ago. 

“But I didn’t even get to see him before he-” you choked, your tears falling fast as you clutched your cell phone to your ear as your mom consoled you.

“Sweetie, I know. He was getting old, you know it happens. Come on, it’s okay…sweetie?” your mom seemed to run out of things to say to you as you cried over the phone, curled up on your bed. “Sweetie I have to go, I’m so sorry…I promise it’s gonna be okay,” she reassured, and you sniffled.

“Bye mom,” you replied, sniffling again as you dropped your phone next to you on the bed curling up in your blankets again. As you cried silently, you were faintly aware of your door creaking open and a nervous Baekhyun shuffling in. You shut your eyes, wiping your tears as you hid your face in your pillow. 

You heard the squeak of your bed as your roommate climbed onto the mattress, positioning himself so he was lying on his back next to you. He started to babble as he always did when times seemed stressful, and you were almost thankful that he was here to keep your mind off of your trauma. 

“I don’t know what happened but I mean bad things always happen right? I’m not trying to make your problem seem small that’s not what I mean it’s just I’ve never seen you cry and I don’t really know what to do right now and do you want a hug because I can give you a hug and-”

You wiggled in your spot, turning around to move your teary face in the space between his neck and his shoulder. He stopped talking and you heard his sharp intake of breath as you snuggled closer to him, letting his warmth envelope you. 

“So you do need a hug,” he muttered, his voice suddenly lower and deeper than before. He shifted so he was on his side now, your face burried in his chest and his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he held you. 

You stayed like that for a while until your breathing evened out and your tears began to dry. You sniffled, realizing that your hands had been bunched up in the front of Baekhyun’s shirt. You felt your cheeks get hot as you noticed how close you two were, and your hands unclenched, releasing his shirt which was probably all wrinkled now. 

Your hands were flat on his chest now, and you could feel his heartbeat through his shirt and you held back a gasp, wondering if he was as nervous as you were right then. You looked up, cracking an eye open to look at your roommate whose arms were still wrapped around you. He was watching you, his cheeks tinged and his lips slightly parted, his grip slightly loosening as he stuttered, “You-you’re okay now? I mean like if you’re not you can always talk to me and if you need we can stay like this I don’t mind unless you find it uncomfortable-”

You let out a stifled giggle, making him stop whatever he was saying as you immediately covered your mouth. You couldn’t help it; he was so cute when he rambled like this all nervous and you just had to laugh. He broke into a smile as you covered your mouth, shaking his head slightly. 

“No it’s okay,” he chuckled, grabbing your hand to pull off your smiling mouth. “Don’t hide it. I’m glad you’re happy now.” 

You swallowed, suddenly feeling that twinge of saddness again. He saw the change in your expression and pressed closer to you so you could feel his breath on your face. His lips were only an inch away from you, and you couldn’t help but think about how soft they looked. 

“Sorry,” you muttered, looking down again at his chest, feeling your eyes burn again. “I just didn’t know that he was going to die…I would’ve visited him…he was such a nice cat and I just didn’t realize-”

“Wait huh?” he exclaimed. You looked up to see Baekhyun’s mouth open, an absolutely priceless expression on his face. “You…your cat died? Is that why you’ve been crying? Because of your cat?”

You nodded silently watching your roommate groan. Your eyebrows furrowed as you replied, “Hey he was really important to me okay? What are you trying to say, that I’m overreacting? That he was just a cat?”

He shook his head, clicking his tongue at you once as he explained himself, “I don’t know I’ve just never seen someone cry this hard over a pet. I’m not saying they’re not important but yeah I’m sorry. Really I- yah where are you going?” 

You’d pulled out of his grasp, a scowl on your face as he sat up on your bed, his eyes wide. There was no way you could be comforted by this man. How could he not take this seriously?

You bit your lip, shaking your head at the memory. There was no way you liked Baekhyun. Anyone who didn’t take your cat’s death seriously wasn’t worth liking. 

You groaned, sitting up in your bed and running your fingers through your hair. You scrolled through your social media on your phone for a while, trying to keep busy and not think about Baekhyun’s words from earlier. 

If you don’t want to play anymore does that mean I win?

As rational as you thought you were, the idea of losing this…game to Baekhyun irritated you. You groaned, getting off your bed and leaving your room. Baekhyun was sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through channels to find something to watch. 

His head turned to your as you walked in, his eyes trailing down your body. You looked, down, suddenly remembering your lack of pants. You groaned inwardly, but didn’t feel like giving him the satisfaction of going back in out of embarassment. As he tunred back to the screen, you flopped down on the couch next to him, pulling your knees up and hugging them to your chest as you watched him flip through channels.

“We have Netflix, why don’t we marathon something?” you asked nonchalantly as the channels stopped flipping landing on some random family movie you’d never heard of. 

He only hummed, staying on the family movie. You turned to him, ready to grab the remote when you saw the look on his face. His eyes were dark and blown wide, focused on you. Followed his eyes to where he was watching, seeing that your shirt was riding up on the side, giving him a perfect view of your panties stretched around your hips, barely covering you. He stared, his lips parting slightly and you raised an eyebrow, shifting.

“Yah…do you like me or something?” you smirked, and his eyes flashed up to yours. You weren’t sure what came over you in that moment but you moved closer to him, your hand landing on his knee and running up to his thigh as he sank down further into the couch, leaning into your touch, his lashes fluttering. 

Suddenly you found yourself on your back with your wrists pinned down against the couch armrest. Your legs were parted, one falling off the couch as Baekhyun rested between them, leaning over you. You looked down and let out a small gasp as you saw your shirt which had ridden up above your belly button, leaving your stomach and underwear completely exposed.

Why didn’t you just go wear pants when you had the chance?

You felt your face heat up as you stared at Baekhyun above you. He was watching your face intently, the usual boyish mischief gone from his eyes and replaced with something different. You shivered as his hands tightened against your wrists before he raised his eyebrows questioningly. 

“So,” he murmured, rubbing your wrists with his thumbs gently as his eyes bore into yours. “You do want to play…Okay then.” 

You swallowed hard as his face came closer to yours until you could feel the heat from his body as it hovered over you and his breath on your face. Suddenly his eyes smiled as a grin broke out on his face, the same boyish grin he’d always had. Your heart stopped at the sudden change, and you bit your lip as he spoke again, his voice playful.

“Let’s play.”

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Request Scenario: Jimin is joining you in the shower;)

Genre: fluffy smut drabble

Word Count: 571

A/N: hehe hope you enjoy this short little drabble cause things are about to get STEAMY. I’m hilarious. Thank you thank you.


Warm water cascading down your back as your tilted your back head backwards to wet your hair. It was a long day at work and you were going to clean up before your boyfriend came home from schedules, but little did you know, he was coming home early.

Consumed by the music that was playing from your phone, you didn’t hear someone come into the bathroom, delighting in the view in front of him. Removing his clothes quietly, you screamed when you felt another presence in the shower with you. Ready to kill whoever was there, you almost chucked the shower head to Jimin’s face, but instead you released your tight grip and started yelling at the laughing boy.

“You think this is funny?! You ass!” You slapped Jimin repeatedly, while he tried to fend of your attacking hands.

“Sorry sorry sorry!!” He spoke in his adorable English, but he kept on laughing. Your expression was priceless when you faced him, hair strewn across your face, your eyes screaming for bloody murder.

“You really scared me Jiminie…” You whined, your heart was still racing from thought that a possible murderer entered your shower. You’ve watched Psycho before and you did not like it one bit.

“Sorry jagi… Maybe I could make it up to you?” He bit his lips teasingly, looking into your eyes, trying to fulfill his original plan of entering the shower in the first place and it was not to get clean.

You rolled your eyes continued lathering the shampoo into your hair, but your hands were removed from their job as Jimin’s fingers went to work and rubbed your scalp gently. It felt so good to have someone else do it for it, it was like going to the salon. You unconsciously emitted a soft moan from the soothing sensation from the head massage you were receiving. Backing up a little you felt Jimin’s dick hard against your back, making you gasp at how hard it was.

“You gonna help me out?” Jimin hissed at the contact of you and his straining self.

“Hmmm….” You hummed, rinsing the suds from your hair. Knowing how turned on Jimin was, you took another step backward and rubbed yourself against his dick.

“Tsk tsk… Don’t tease if you aren’t gonna do something about it after.” Jimin warned, tenderly pushing you against the cold tiled wall, sending a shiver down your spine.

With your body pressed up against the wall, Jimin slid into your heated core, beginning at slow passionate pace. You could feel every pulsing vein of his dick within you, the pleasure was unbearable as he continued his slow movements.

“Jimin…” You whined, slamming against the wall with your palm, hoping he understands that you need him to speed up.

“Eager now are we?” He smirked before pulling completely out before ramming back into you. The harsh rubbing against your nipples from the chilly tile was adding onto your rise to the peak.

“Come on baby.” Jimin muttered next to your ear, urging you to cum with him. The heat from the water fogging up the bathroom as you two cried out together in ecstasy.

“You still mad jagi?” Jimin asked, protruding his bottom lips to form his signature childish pout.

“Oh yeah.” You joked back, drying your hair.

“Maybe I could change your mind again?” He suggested, wriggling his eyebrows and giggling.

Tonight will be a long night.
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Hope you enjoyed this, anon and other readers, keep requesting ^_^

Number One (Ramsay Bolton x reader imagine), chapter 3

Originally posted by starkpayshisdebt

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Chapters: ¾

Warning: None

Tags: Fluffy fluff <3

Summary: Imagine going to wish Ramsay a good night

A/N: Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

For Sou+Rin+Mako, scenario where their gf is in track is about to cross the finish line but trips and slides across the finish line. She still got first place though. 😂😂 She's not injured aside from a few scratches.

Omg imagine this happening though, i’d piss myself laughing if my partner did it

Sousuke was sat on the side lines, quietly cheering you, his girlfriend, on as you did your race, the 200m sprints. You were doing exceptionally well, quite the way in front of the other sprinters, and he was proud to say the least. However, as you neared the finish line, it all went wrong. Your foot landed funny and you began to stumble, taking comically long strides as to not fall. It didn’t help though, and Sousuke could only watch in silent shock as the other sprinters began to catch up to you. Despite this, you still ended up winning as you finally gave in and tripped, sailing over the finish line in the least graceful way possible, landing in a heap on the floor. Sousuke stood up, suddenly over come with worry, thinking you had seriously injured yourself because you weren’t moving. Then he saw your body shaking, but not with tears. Unless you count tears of laughter. He watched as one of the other athletes gave you a hand up, shaking their head and chuckling at your clumsiness.

Rin actually almost missed it. He was checking the time when you tripped. He looked up from his phone just as you tripped, one foot over the other with your pony tail flying behind you. The expression on your face was priceless, chin pulled in, eyes wide and lips shaped in the word ‘fuck’. All Rin could do was watch in amused horror as you sailed right over the finish line, tumbling to a finish about four meters away. He was shocked to see that despite all this, you still came first. That, he couldn’t quite believe.

The first thing Makoto did was worry. He had just watched you fly over the finish line, literally head over heels. You had tripped over your shoelace, which had come undone half way through the race. As you fell he had watched with wide eyes whilst Nagisa laughed next to him. When you hit the floor and bounced a little he leapt up and almost fell himself in his haste to get to you. You were lying on the floor, spread out like a starfish with your eyes closed and mouth curved in a small smile. You could feel his presence as he hovered above you, and you just knew his face had concern etched onto it without even opening your eyes.

“___! Are you okay?”

“I still came first. I’m blessed, babe.”

Ikon Reaction: You're scared of the lie detector

Request:ikon reacting to you getting scared of the lie detector thing?? (the readers reaction is like chorong from apinks one*) thanks! * if u search up apink chorong scared of lie detector you will see :-)

A/N: This was a special request and honestly I had fun with it, i had never seen the video before so thank you for sharing Chorong was hilarious 😂


He was laughing along with everyone else but he was also genuinely worried about how much you were freaking out about it. He was about to put a stop to it before you screamed really loudly and booked it into his arms while refusing to even go near it anymore. He laughed and reassured you that it was over.

“You don’t have to do it anymore jagi”

Originally posted by kanqyoon


He was laughing so hard at the way you were screaming because you were scared to even put your hand on it. He would try to get you to do it but only because seeing the expression on your face was priceless. It was one of those things that he would never let you live down and he’d bring it up whenever he needed a good laugh

“You’re such a scaredy cat!”

Originally posted by junhoenuna


He was trying not to laugh at you and your insane reaction to not wanting to touch it. He’d be there to reassure you that it didn’t really hurt at all and overall try to make you feel better about it. He made sure the boys didn’t tease you too much but no lie it was the funniest thing he had seen in a while

“My jagi is so brave”

Originally posted by hwan-tastic


You know June would never let you live it down either. He couldn’t understand why you were so scared of it but it was the highlight of his day and he’d tease you about it to no end. The thing about June is he wouldn’t tease you by laughing at you ,he’d be a punk about it and then kiss up to you if you got mad at him.

“Wow you really took it like a champ (Y/N)!“

Originally posted by ikonis


You told him how scared you were of it and he went with you when you were gonna try it out to make you a little more comfortable. The minute you started fidgeting he held in his laughter but after you started screaming he was done. He couldn’t even talk it was too funny seeing you freak out and smack everyone around you.

“Yah (Y/N) why are you shouting so loud?”

Originally posted by bikonics


Oh you can forget it. You would never hear the end of it, especially if the rest of the boys were with him. The thing that got him the most were your facial expressions that just showed your pure concentrated fear of that stupid shock the lie detector gives. It was one of those things that would just become a really good memory for him

“You only freaked out about 4 times but, I think you did great!”

Originally posted by lk0n


He was laughing along with everyone else but he still studied your facial expression to see if you were okay. After you started yelling and trying to pull your hand away he went to go get you and bring you back over to where he was. Even though it was hilarious he was there to rescue you and maybe even take your place so you didn’t have to do it.

“Are you alright? Why are you so scared?”

Originally posted by chnwo

#01. one night stand

“did we just – no”

components: akashi. college. sleep. the morning after.
a/n: i didn’t want homework, thus pointless drabbles with happy akashi.

Your blurry eyes found the clock on your table. 2:04 AM. Dear God, where had the time gone? You stretched out your arms above your head, feeling all your stiff muscles loosening way too slowly, and cracking your neck from side to side. “Hey, Sei.” You turned to your bed to find the redheaded boy with his eyes closed, lips parted releasing soft puffs of air. Muffling your laughter, you pulled out your phone to snap a picture of this precious sight. 

Akashi was fast asleep sitting up. His book was open in front of him but small snores slipped past his lips. Poor thing. You felt a little sorry at how stressful he’s been these days. From club meetings to event organizing and not to mention the strenuous practice sessions along with the piles of assignments of exams. You were surprised he didn’t burnout sooner. He really did seem younger.

His crimson bangs brushed ever so lightly against his eyelids. His skin was clean and milky smooth. The curve of his lips became so terrifyingly tempting as they opened and closed gently. You sighed, shaking these thoughts out of your mind before moving to set aside his books as carefully as possible. Then you very, very slowly pushed him on his side and letting his head drop to the pillow on your bed. 

He didn’t even flinch.


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Rem’s HoloScrapbook?

aka Skavak is such a snarky little shit, but Scoundrel!Rem gives as good as he gets…

Skavak: Oh, I wish I had a holo of your face right now, Captain. That expression is just priceless. Have fun eating my vapor trails…”

(Yeah, what Rem’s thinking is pretty much unprintable)

Later, Skavak decides to actually record Rem’s fight with the mercenaries in Rhu Caneus spaceport (nice for the Imps to have a backdoor). But of course, Rem kicks those mercenaries asses, much to Skavak’s chagrin:

Skavak: You’re either the luckiest shot in the galaxy or those were some seriously unlucky mercenaries. Guess I’ll erase this holorecording.

Remyen: At least send me a copy of that holo, first. (Corso Riggs approves)

Skavak: What, for your scrapbook? (Corso Riggs approves).

Who’s to say Rem doesn’t really have one? xD If these two were friends instead of rivals, I think the galaxy would really be in trouble.